starting over

October 3rd, 2008
It's finally happened. In the most bizarre way, I met him. In the past year and 3 months, I haven't even entertained the thought of a boyfriend.

**Side note- e, I did most certainly DID entertain the thought of having a girlfriend. Girls have never been as threatening as boys are to me. A girl has never broken my heart, which may be why I never let you in enough to be the first. But you're fabulous, you know that.**

That being said, it has hit me like a ton of bricks, this butterfly feeling, and while I only wish to enjoy it, I can't help but have the sinking feeling of a Titanic survivor on their next cruise. Why am I doing this again? It's the scariest thing that I can imagine but it makes me indescribably happy. Like a sky-diver or a mountain-climber, those who give away their hearts are thrill-seekers. It may end up in horrible destruction, but the thought of what could be is so tempting, that you must close your eyes, take the plunge, and hope for the best.

Wish me luck kids, I can't take much more of this. Sigh...........here we go!


-e-